Two lines

Two pink lines on a plastic stick. I stared at them for so long my vision blurred. I'm thirty-four. I've wanted this for years. So why am I terrified? I told my partner over dinner — held the test behind my back and just blurted it out between bites of pasta. He cried. I cried. The pasta went cold. We're going to be parents. The world is on fire and the rent is too high and nothing makes sense, but we're going to be parents.